Little bit late but at Air Force basic training when you first show up you’re either in civilian clothes or the uniform with sneakers (because they don’t want to fuck up your feet I guess) and are affectionately called “sneaker weekers.” While at chow if the table behind you gets up, you need to get up and leave regardless if you’re finished. If two tables behind you get up you’ll be swarmed by MTIs and have them scream in your face until you do get up.
I had just put my tray back and started to walk out when I look back and see one lone sneaker weeker by himself in a row of 5 or 6 tables, surrounded by 6 MTIs. Kid is staring straight ahead and just eating his food one spoonful at a time while the MTIs scream in his face. Finishes his food, sets his spoon down, picks up his drink and just slowly finishes his water, turns his glass over puts it down, picks up his tray and walks up to put it away while still being screamed at by 6 MTIs. Kid is walking out and I realize everyone in the room is staring at him.
He has no emotion; no fear, no smirk, nothing as he walks out of the chow hall.
xSuperZer0x
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